Mossley are pouring forward like a team that genuinely believes winning matters, which I find both admirable and deeply misguided, but somehow their attacking pressure will only produce one goal against a Worksop defensive unit anchored by Graham Clarke and Gordon Jackson who will absorb it all with the grim efficiency of men who have forgotten what joy feels like. The Mossley midfield, for all its frantic energy from Ellis and Testa, cannot manufacture the decisive second breakthrough that would make any of this meaningful. A draw, then — the universe's preferred result, perfectly balanced, satisfying nobody, which is perhaps the truest possible outcome.

Mossley are going to absolutely swarm Worksop tonight — 14 estimated attacks against 5 is a siege, not a football match, and on their own patch with that home advantage they'll punish any hesitation in Worksop's backline. Sam Lewis up front is going to have a field day against a defence that looks solid on paper but will crack under wave after wave of pressure. I'm backing Mossley to nick a second goal late on and send Worksop home empty-handed.